The Maid Incident That Shall Never Be Spoken Of Again (Ze, Raizou/Kon)

There was giggling at the doorway and then the rapid opening and shutting of the door. Raizou turned and stared. He rubbed his knuckles over his eyes, certain that he was witnessing some sort of strange illusion. Considering the house, that wasn’t entirely unlikely and seemed, in fact, a lot more likely than reality.

The vision remained the same, though Kon’s face seemed to be getting redder with every second that passed.

“What?” Raizou stuttered, and that was really all he could think to say when he was confronted with Kon dressed like… that.

It had to be one of Ouka’s tricks because there was no way in hell that Kon would ever wear something like that without being forced into it and the kami seemed to be stuck, trapped between a door that was most likely sealed from the outside and a very shocked Raizou in front of him.

Kon looked… odd. The fact that he was in a dress was only the start of it. The true weirdness was in the kind of dress it was and the way Kon was blushing as bright as a tomato while tugging down the front of the skirt. The dress was obscenely short. Even on a woman it would have been considered indecent, with a frilled white apron sewn into the front. Raizou’d seen the get-up before, a longer, proper version was worn at some of the cafes around the city and he was fairly certain Benio had been in a very similar dress. Chances were, it probably was Benio’s dress though that still didn’t answer why Kon was the one wearing it.